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lirik lagu that’s what i thought – t.i.


“that’s what i thought”
(feat. mac boney & killer mike)

[intro: t.i.]
n-gg- that’s what i thought, i thought
ay, ay, ay, ay
yeah p-ssy n-gg- that’s what i thought, i thought

[chorus: t.i.]
better go on with that bullsh-t, we know you ain’t doin sh-t
walkin round, talkin loud, still ain’t got into it yet
we be on that hood sh-t, you know how we do it b-tch
n-gg- walk up to a b-tch, n-gg- tell ’em you a b-tch
and you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
yeah p-ssy n-gg- that’s what i thought
ay, ay you flaw (you flaw) and you soft (you soft)
yeah p-ssy n-gg- that’s what i thought

ay, i was the n-gg- with the tool out, right in front the schoolhouse
then the bigger n-gg- fail -ss-ssin, what it do now?
catch him let him have it, n-gg- best be glad i cooled out
a fool wit it, hit a n-gg- hood, make him move out
yeah, n-gg- know it ain’t no hoe enough
try thursday night and friday sh-t you go to blowin up
better catch a clip on that block[?] chevy go to showin up
sho’ ’nuff we at your do’ and on ya -ss soon as it open up
n-gg- twice as old as us, knew we was ’bout that action too
up and down the avenue, walkin wit a att-tude
try whoever ready for whatever, it don’t matter dude
best be on your p’s and q’s cause never know what cap’ll do
he kept a n-gg- on the news, he a fool wit it
nowadays it’s different, i don’t understand how dude get
computer doin it, makin threats over the internet
talkin ’bout what you gon’ do and you ain’t did it yet!


[mac boney]
yeah that’s what i thought, and that’s what i was thinkin
you know boney be on point, especially when i’m drinkin
i play a hater smooth to the left side, pimpin off of westside
and i don’t take light to all the square types, i’m ’bout mine
stomp a n-gg- -ss like i’m tryin to mix some red wine
be all on yo’ -ss like a canine, rewind
i start to bring the fists out, then i brought the pistols out
runnin through the spot, you done brought the brown n-gg-z out
finger itchin now, should you get the bigger picture now
i want him out, a hater to get raw i will air him out
think about, every single thing that you care about
stare down the barrel of my bad news carrier
the more the merrier, a group of suckers watch me tear ’em up
the boss said hurry up, while i go crank the mcclaren up
you haters scared of us, cause we known to make a cherry bust
you not prepared for us, we done came into yo’ area


[killer mike]
gilla killer from the villa, westside go-rilla
go realer than these country–ss monkey–ss n-gg-z
these funky–ss n-gg-z, -sswipe how i treat ’em
f-ck n-gg- how i greet ’em, first i beat ’em ’til they feed ’em
might shoot ’em, might leak ’em, funerals i might preach ’em
right befo’ i six feet ’em – you already know the story bruh
call the coroner, this sucker dead meat
i ain’t never scared p-ssy n-gg-, i just dead beef
eat it like angus, sticky cali bud, knock a plug out your -n-s
if i aim higher leave yo’ monkey–ss brainless
front page const-tution, d-mn i make a f-ck n-gg- famous
f-ck n-gg- famous!
now the call the governor, the mayor and the chief of the police
tell ’em homicide is high ridin, i’m back on they street
then, call the traffic gangstas and the suckers talkin lip
tell ’em bang bang bang if a n-gg- speak on tip